Colin Powell died yesterday. A combination of blood cancer disabling his immune system and the insidious presence of COVID 19. He had been vaccinated which, were he otherwise healthy, would have meant an uncomfortable week with flu-like aches and pains, but the addition of cancer in his system exacerbated the problem. He is a loss to a country who can't afford that kind of loss.
A bit over thirteen months ago I lost my brother Ken to liver cancer. I wrote about it back then. and how it affected me. It still does.
A couple months before that I lost my feline buddy Elvis. Before you even think about saying anything, I agree that the death of a pet is not like the death of a brother. It's not. That said, I'm still haunted by the memory of handing this very sick cat through the open car window to the masked Vet Tech while Elvis looked at me with curiosity (very prescient cat attitude in this case.) She returned him to me in a casket-like box.
I've lost touch with dear friends during this unending pandemic, people I love and enjoy being in close contact with. We try to keep in touch but without physical contact — for we are all huggers — it's been hard, harder than I thought it could be.
The straw that broke this camel's back came yesterday. I had decided to donate my 1992 Miata to the Make a Wish Foundation. I hadn't driven it in almost a year-and-a-half primarily because I had removed the seats with the idea of replacing them with something classier. When I got the new seats in, the top wouldn't latch. Long story short, I couldn't get the original equipment seats back in. The brackets I'd bought to replace the ones I had stupidly thrown out, didn't fit. I finally gave up. I gave the fancy wheels and tires to a friend who owns a 90 Miata and replaced them with old ones he had. Once I had it prepped for removal, I scheduled the pick up and supervised the process of loading my car onto the bed of the tow truck.
When he pulled out of the driveway I noticed that I was crying. It's silly to get so emotional over a car I'd owned for 18 years and put tons of money into, isn't it? I think it was just one more piece of happiness in my life that I had lost. It's strange that something this mundane broke me after all the other stuff.
Until next time,